Here’s a new fetish amongst the adventurous of you, and personally I don’t see why it ought to only be limited to males but at present, the ubiquitous female doll mask seems to be the prevailing presence of a certain kind of male. A male like you perhaps?
Tells the dailybeast: Sans costume, Robert (not his real name) is a property developer, recently divorced, and living with his 19-year-old daughter. But when he powders his latex and silicone suit and climbs in, pulling a frozen, doll-faced mask over his head, and throwing on a wig and a dress, he’s Sherry. “That’s me in there,” he says, gazing entranced at his reflection. “That’s one of the things I have to keep telling myself: That’s me inside that female.”
As you can see, Robert is a freak. Or maybe he’s just channeling his inner female, albeit in a rather unorthodox way which allows him the way a trained actor say comes to terms with his psychotic self. Not that wearing female doll masks is necessarily a psychotic adventure as some of you may be musing.
The retinue of men (as it mostly exists for now) came to be examined last night on the UK’s Channel 4 where a documentary came to tell a tale on men who are into cross dressing, accessing their inner female and craving for attention.
The 50 minute documentary, “Secrets of the Living Dolls” which is set to air in the US later this year follows Robert and two other men who like to don lifelike bodysuits and almost cartoonish masks to masquerade as full-figured female dolls.
Yet as the dailybeast notes, Robert and his elk are in some trepidation about their until now very private double lives:
‘…masking is one of the last taboos among gender-bending subcultures, misunderstood and alienated even by the cross-dressers Robert goes out with.’
Goes on to tell Robert: ‘The novelty of occupying a feminine body never wears off. It’s still as shocking to look in the mirror and see myself as a female as it was then.’
In case you are loathe to believe that such display of feminine dispositions is a quiet practice think again.
For the past six years, dozens of dolls have descended on Minneapolis for the annual “Rubber Doll World Rendezvous,” reveling in a community and acceptance they’re hard-pressed to find at home. “Safety in numbers,” one leather-clad participant says in the documentary. The two-day convention hosts seminars that range from “introducing this activity to spouses, dealing with friends, raising children and addressing strangers,” to “latex repair and maintenance.” At night, they hit the clubs together, posing for pictures with amazed patrons.
Kids, tell me you’re not squirming from your loins at the chance of getting to live your alter ego?
Yet the penchant for donning female doll masks and other complimenting devices (long nails, latex uniforms, realistic female genitalia, some practioners go so far as to infuse saline to swell breast tissue for a few hours ) can inhibit one’s relationship with their significant heterosexual partner who have come to rely and identify on the mask wearer’s overt masculinity, except that is when they chose to relish their female alter ego.
Which raises the question, why would a female doll mask wearer risk the sanctity of their marriage by choosing to exhibit overt female dispositions, even satirical ones?
Tells one of the interviewed subjects, John:
‘When I’m in my male mode, out in public I just blend in,’
‘But as a doll, “you become one of the beautiful people—you draw a lot of attention, and attention is not something I’ve had a lot of growing up and at this age.”
And then there was this very revealing admittance from one of the subjects, John, a father of six daughters who told in part that he is motivated by a dissatisfaction with the real-life women available to men like him: ‘I decided to emulate a sexy female, to basically be what I couldn’t have.’
That said the wearers are circumspect as to how their creative passion is received by the community, with reports that even the LGBT community are somewhat flummoxed by the get up, more so because of the unfamiliarity of such get ups, reasons Nick Sweeney the director of the documentary.
Yet there other challenges as well, primarily the connotation that the female doll masks infer horror movie connotations.
Tells Robert once again: ‘Masked, to them, I’m some sort of strange weirdo.’
But then again who cares what weird necessarily means in the first place? Perhaps one could argue it’s weirder to decline to accept and express one’s nature even if it leaves one at risk to misinterpretation.
Asked why and how the practice has become so ingrained in his life, Robert mulls the following:
‘I don’t know what it is, why I started doing it, why I continue doing it, or why it’s become such a compulsion.’
Contemplates Robert: ‘I’m 70 years old,’ he says. ‘The goal is whenever the hell I’m getting ready to kick the bucket I say, ‘Goddamn it, I’ve done everything that I ever wanted to do and I’m ready.’
And then there was these comment on the web that made me wonder as well:
Trying to expand my open-minded side, ultimately these guys aren’t hurting anyone so I guess its all good. Yet, somehow it is really, really difficult to get beyond how creepy this is. As other posters mention, the idea of someone in a lifeless mask, one that doesn’t change expression, that essentially dehumanizes its wearer envokes a natural repulsion. It would be difficult to have a normal conversation with someone dressed like a doll.
You know me, I’m one of those judge-not-lest-ye-be, let-your-freak-flag-fly sort of degenerates, but I must admit to finding this documentary troubling. Not because of the masking itself – which seems a harmless, if pricey, way to get your kicks – but because of what it says about society’s obsession with physical perfection and sexual availability.
I don’t know man, I just don’t know. I mean, I’m all for supporting different lifestyles, and encouraging diversity, but this, this is pushing my limits.
I’ve been on the Internet too long – the only time I actually say “What the Fuck” these days is when I get a weird boner.